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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

that forgotten childhood

Why do I have this unquenchable thirst for unknown places, for provincial aura, for that undefinable smell of mangroves, for a taste of adventures among towering trees? I've asked myself that question a thousand times. What is it that I'm missing-- something that has to do with the sea, with bends in the road, with something hidden within the forest? What childhood adventure am I struggling to remember; what memory is it that lies so tantalizingly close, yet so far I could not fully grasp it?


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